I wrote a novel a few years back. It’s short and easy to read. I like to think it’s sexy, sassy, and funny.

IF THEY DON’T MAKE
A REAL WOMAN OF HER,
SHE’LL DESTROY THEM!

THE MYRTLE OF VENUS is a brisk, hilarious-yet-poignant trek through ‘hip’ urban America in the early twenty-first century.Betty Beige, the world’s blandest woman, inherits an old warehouse. She tries to evict its tenants, a ragtag group of underground artists.

They decide to win her over to their side. They’ll use the power of seduction to make her an aware, sensual woman. Without knowing what’s happening, Betty will turn from mild to wild.

Or will she?

That’s just the start, as eleven vivid characters cope with liberation, manipulation, high ideals, and lowdown-dirty deals.

I liked it, I just kept thinking there were so many “in-jokes” that only we Seattle folks would get, and I loved all the buildings that were where something used to be, and by the way, every time I walk by the Pita Bite off Pine & 2nd, I think of this book. Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.